You Take My Breath Away - ON HIATUS

Chapter Eight: Into the Deep End

A/N - yo, yo. we good? coolio. i'm not but who gives a fuck, right???

"We'll be arriving at Charles De Gaulles Airport in ten minutes. Your car will be waiting outside the plane. As per your request, you won't have any bodyguards so please stay safe, Jimin." Andre called out before taking control of the airplane. Just as he said, we landing in ten minutes surprisingly smoothly. Jimin yawned, stretching before standing up and grabbing the Gucci bags.

"Could you grab my phone and hoodie please, Yoongs?" He smiled, sliding his slides on. The plane door opened a few moments after me getting his phone from the table.

"Safe trip, Jimin. And you too, Yoongi." Andre smiled, bowing slightly before passing Jimin a set of keys and walking back onto the plane. I held Jimin's hand, him squeezing it slightly before loosening his grip as we walked down the carpeted stairs to the car. The ice white Maserati Ghibli, a car I'd only dreamt of, had charcoal black tires and wheels which contrasted with the white interior. It wasn't the fast sports car I was expecting him to have such as a Lamborghini Huracan but it was still a very nice car.

"You're probably wondering where my supercar is, aren't you?" Jimin smiled, buckling himself in.

"A little bit, Sir." I admitted, buckling myself in as well.

"I didn't really want the responsibility of a two million dollar car in my hands when I'm exhausted. But don't you worry, boy, because the Ford Mustang Shelby will be making an appearance in the near future."

"Did you just say Ford Mustang Shelby? Which one?" I asked excitedly. I've loved cars. From a young age, it was instilled in me. I was five when my dad allowed me to help deconstruct a car engine. He owns a very prestigious garage back in Seoul.

"2018 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 Supersnake. In black with a white stripe down the middle."

"I don't think I've heard of that one."

"It's because it hasn't been released to the public yet." He smiled, pulling out of the Airport and onto the road to the centre of Paris. I pouted and sunk down into my seat, crossing my arms.

"Why the pout, baby?" Jimin asked as he placed his hand on the top of my thigh.

"I wanna be rich and afford all the nice things and not have to worry about anything." I admitted.

"Well, you can be now. You're with me. I'll get you an account set up and you can buy whatever you want."

"But I want to see how you earn the money. I want to be in your business."

"Just get some sleep, baby. I'll wake you up when we arrive at the hotel." Jimin smiled, getting onto the motorway.

"Jimin, surely it's not that bad."

"Yoongs, I mean it. Drop it." Jimin warned.

"But-"

"Yoongi, do you want to go to Paris or not? If you don't drop it, I can easily cancel this trip and drop you just like that." He growled. With tears welling in my eyes, I stuck my earphones in and blocked out any noise.

The next thirty minutes were suffocated with an air of awkward silence.

"Yoongs?" I ignored him, keeping my eyes shut.

"Okay, you're obviously asleep but I'm gonna say it anyway. I didn't mean to snap at you. Maybe one day in the future I'll tell you all about me but this a new relationship. I need to know I can trust you before I go any further. I need you to prove your love before I allow you to get yourself involved in the family business. We've just pulled up so I'm going to sign in and then wake you up." Jimin admitted with a somewhat sad sigh. I heard the car door open and close before hearing the crunch of gravel as Jimin walked to the entrance of the hotel.